"Sunmi? She's sleeping right now."
"No, that's not what I mean. Send me your house address, I want to see her."
Hana swallowed dryly, hesitating to talk.
"Say something! I've been calling and sending you texts for over a week! Why don't you want me to see my child? What nonsense is this!"
"Please stop yelling. I've just been busy. You'll get to know her soon enough, so just… just don't raise your voice at me."
The man she was talking to sighed "I'm sorry. But, I'm just frustrated at the moment. Just text me your address."
"Fine," Hana said before hanging up. She got into the cab and screamed into her palms, making the driver and Nuwa wonder what had gotten into her. Soon tears started dripping down her cheeks and she typed into her phone, her address. She was cornered.
